A shining jewel in the blackness of space, Coruscant, the capital of the Galactic Republic, grew larger as the sleek chromium Nubian Royal yacht approached the planet flanked by two yellow starfighters. From the main cabin Senator Rhadé Sarasvati Nalanda observed the fighters, frowning slightly but making no comment. It was a necessary measure dictated by the way things were changing, as well as a reminder of what ruled the galaxy these days: not justice, not peace, but fear. “M’lady?” “I must insist, Senator,” the young woman persisted, but Nalanda silenced her with a raised hand.